Identity Fraud Map 3 Novels & Stories

It was time to force Fiona to come to them, before it was too late. They'd found Scott's true identity. In an odd turn of luck, it was Marco who lucked on the trail that led him from Scott DuPry of Vernon, West Virginia to a computer tech who had fixed Scott's laptop on a work trip to Boise, Idaho. According to data on that name, the tech had to be around a hundred and twenty years old. From there, Ghost and Marco had followed a digital trail of identities around the country. There was a pattern. Dead people's social security numbers repurposed by someone who worked on computers, tablets and phones. They could place the guy at dozens of shops all over the country. The link between his victim

That wasn’t a building number, it was a code. Without wasting another second, she yanked her phone from her back pocket, hands trembling slightly as she opened her notes app and began typing the digits. Then she paused. Instead of treating it like an address, she typed the number as a passcode, a numerical keyword used in the encrypted map app she’d once used with her contact, back when things were still quiet. The moment she hit enter, a hidden address flashed onto her screen: “The Underpass, Old Dock Road, Sector 9.”

"Hard hats. Clipboards. Have them raid the supply closets of the construction fronts we own." Enzo’s eyes widen as he realizes what I’m planning. "You want to disguise them as city workers." "Gas leak inspectors, municipal surveyors, census workers. Nobody looks twice at a guy in a neon vest holding a clipboard in this city," I explain rapidly. "They blend right into the urban background." Vincent hits a final key, and the massive map on the screen suddenly fractures into hundreds of tiny, color-coded squares. "The sorting is done," Vincent announces. "Green squares are verified owner-occupied or legitimate long-term leases. Yellow squares are commercial or industrial. Red squares are vacant

The detective said over the phone. “So what, you're saying she doesn't exist! Is she a ghost!" Nicole yelled. “What I'm saying is that it's either someone wiped out all her details or she's using a fake identity." Nicole was thoughtful for a while. It did make sense since he couldn't get any useful information even with her face scan. “If she's using a fake identity, how do we get to know who she really is?" Nicole asked. “We would have to trail her for the time being. Know where she goes everyday, where she lives and those she associates with. That might give us a little idea."

"Completely. Real signatures show natural micro-variations based on input device and behavior patterns. These are too consistent. Mathematically precise in ways human behavior never is." He moved to the next screen. "IP addresses from fraudulent transactions traced to three physical locations. One in Edinburgh — Catherine Sterling's estate. One in London — Sienna Hargrave's primary office. One in Singapore — a shell company registered to Sienna's holdings." Lewis looked at the map. Catherine providing access. Sienna providing infrastructure.

The entire class already knew where I worked. I grabbed the paper again and forced my eyes to focus. Focus. The meeting. Midland Trust Financial. A bank. Thirty million dollars lost last year to identity fraud. They were here to decide if Orion Vector’s system was worth millions and for some insane reason Raphael had decided that I should explain the model. My hands trembled slightly as I scrolled through the presentation slides. My stomach twisted again. What if Raphael walked into the meeting room and decided this was the perfect moment to destroy me?

"For the past hour, my cybersecurity team has been mapping every device you own, every cloud account, every server where you might have stored compromising material." "That's impossible—" "Damien Kross," Grayson continued as if he hadn't spoken, "also known as David Kane, also known as Marcus Stone. Three identities, two dead Social Security numbers, and a very interesting criminal history spanning multiple states." Luna watched Damien's face go white. "Identity theft, fraud, stalking, violation of restraining orders issued by three different women." Grayson's voice was clinical, precise. "Should I continue?" "You can't prove—" "I don't need to prove anything." Grayson leaned forward. "I jus

For a moment, I said nothing. Then Mr. Stait opened the first folder. Companies. Dozens of them. Some I recognized. Others I'd never heard of. On the surface, they had nothing in common. Transportation companies, private security firms, consulting agencies, charities, medical organizations, recruitment firms, real-estate companies. Fronts. The chip didn't simply identify them. It explained what they were used for. Transportation. Money laundering. Identity changes. Housing. Surveillance. Locating potential targets.

I said, my voice carefully even despite everything churning beneath it. We reconvened at Patricia's apartment the moment he was safely out of sight, Hayes joining us via video call, her expression grim as she laid out what her team had uncovered. "His real name is Gerald Voss," she said. "Extensive history of identity-based fraud schemes, primarily targeting people involved in adoption reunions and long-lost family searches. He's incredibly good at what he does — thorough research, patient relationship building, always targeting the emotional vulnerability of people desperate to find genuine family connection."

Liam snorted. "Jackson!" Kayden called. Jackson was shocked to see all the identities. What in the world...? "Investigate these names and anything to do with them," he handed the phone to Jackson so that he could get a clear look. "This is a crime, Kayden. Identity fraud," Liam said, casting a look at him. Jessica's fake names were Melody Knox, Sophie White, Megan Walters, Maya Jr. Hendrickson, and Laura Janes. Kayden's heart felt like it was pierced by needles. He felt like he had been cheated and taken advantage of by Jessica.